He looked back at the monitor. The game had shifted to a first-person view of his own apartment. The render was perfect—the messy stack of pizza boxes, the cracked lamp, and the back of a man sitting at a desk. The man in the game was Elias.
The game launched without a splash screen. It dropped him straight into the cold, clinical halls of River Fields Mortuary. The graphics were sharper than they should have been, the lighting so realistic that he could almost smell the cloying scent of formaldehyde and old floor wax. His first task: Embalm the body in Cold Storage 1. The.Mortuary.Assistant.v1.1.1.rar
It was a photo of Elias, taken from the perspective of his own webcam, his face frozen in a silent, waxy scream. He looked back at the monitor
Elias tried to Alt+F4. Nothing. He reached for the power cord, but his hand stopped mid-air. He couldn't move. A paralyzing chill, like liquid nitrogen in his veins, locked his joints. The man in the game was Elias